ATroxel

My heaven

In the trenches for how many months?
The sky is dark, is it day or night?
Has it been raining, or are those puddles of blood?
The crying, the pleeding of "Why?! Why am I here?!"
All becomes a distant humm












The smell of death is all around
So many were friends now just lying in heaps on the ground

How much longer do we have to be here?
No food
No water
No more ammo

The screams and horror of it all give way
Is that lemon I smell?
Is that a bird singing?
The warm sun and cool breeze,
I can feel my pain begin to ease

Is it finally over?
For me it is,
It is my heaven